Just Write {3}

Mr. C. joined me for lunch today. We went to The Bistro, a little restaurant that is run by the Culinary Arts & Hospitality programs here at Yukon College where I work. The menu this week is East Indian, and loving curry the way we do, we couldn’t pass it up. I love this little bistro. The walls are rich golden yellow, like the mane of a lion, and beautifully display the work of local artists, so that everywhere you look you are surrounded by beauty. The furniture is dark, the chairs are cushioned, the waiters are attentive and dressed impeccably in black and white. There are only two things on the menu, and the menu changes every 2 weeks. It’s open by reservation on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays. The culinary arts students run the kitchen, and the hospitality students run the dining room. I love supporting the students in this endeavor. And honestly, you can’t get better downtown. You just can’t. They also make the best coffee. I think I drank a whole pot. I’m fighting a cold, and the caffeine has now got me quite alert and upright in my chair. I hope it will see me through the rest of the afternoon, because all I want to do when I get home is put on my jammies and curl up into the corner of the couch with the TV and my knitting.

I love going out for lunch with Mr. C. It doesn’t matter that we’ve been married for over 32 years. It doesn’t matter that we go to sleep and wake up together. All that intimacy of living together doesn’t change the fact that when we are away from the house and out of our routine we have the best conversations ever. The best. We talk about all kinds of things. Today we talked about some of the things we look forward to doing after retirement: researching & making recipes for all manner of ethnic foods; spending afternoons on the boat and exploring the hiking & mountain biking trails in the Shuswap area. I talked about what I will miss when I leave my job at Yukon College (the institution is doing great things, with more great things coming and I’m sorry I won’t be a part of it) and he talked about how busy his summer is looking to be at the flight school. I talked about suddenly wanting/needing to do one more dance performance before we move. We talked non-stop for an entire hour between bites – enjoying the good food, good coffee, good service and each other’s good company. This always happens when we go out on a date. After 32 years we still love spending time together. After 32 years we still haven’t run out of things to talk about. And the best part? I know that we never will.

This is my 3rd installment of Just Write, an exercise in free writing your ordinary and extraordinary moments. I am linking up with The Extraordinary Ordinary. (Please see the details here.)

Hugs and Kisses

Today is the last day of the Hugs & Kisses Blog Hop and it’s MY day to post!

This is the first time I’ve participated in a blog hop and I was really feeling the spirit! I have three things to show you, and one thing to give you.

First up is a child’s quilt! My friend Dee and I participate in the We Bee Learning on-line flicker bee, and for her block (January) she chose one that I had had my eye on for awhile. So after I made her block, I continued on and made 12 more to assemble this sweetie-pie valentine’s day quilt:


This is a Because you Matter quilt, and will go to the receiving home and into the arms of a little girl who could surely use some lovin’ right about now.


I backed it with this cute pink check that was donated to my Because you Matter cause by my friend Carrie-Lyn (thanks, Carrie-lyn!). I did stitch-in-the-ditch with my sewing machine using dark pink thread. I’ve never done this before, and now I know for certain (though I’ve always suspected it) that my sewing machine just simply was not built for machine quilting. Not it’s fault…it was born that way. I like to think that the uneven top stitching adds a certain shappy sheek to the little quilt…but let’s face it. Sloppy is as sloppy does. Sigh. On the bright side,  some little girl will have an extra bit of cheerful pink and white security to hide under during uncertain & scarey times.


Do you ever wonder who is the guy behind the quilt? This is my husband, Mr. C. We had our first date on Valentine’s Day 1980 and got married 7 months later. Yup! That’s 33 years ago!


February is Lynn’s month in the We Bee Learning bee, and she asked for 2 wonky houses. Do you hear serendipity calling? I sure do! I made her a valentine house! I don’t know what the second house will be yet, but I had fun making this. I didn’t use a pattern…I saw a picture of one very similar to this and figured out how to re-create it. I’m pretty happy with the result and I hope she will be, too!


And because Valentine’s Day is a day to celebrate those we love, I did some extra-special baking!


These are sugar cookies that I iced with pink icing and decorated with sprinkles. I made them from scratch (except the sprinkles…Superstore made those).




And now for a present for YOU! I am sharing my sugar cookie recipe.  This is my Great Grandmother Bess Luton’s sugar cookie recipe! Yes – I am sharing a treasured family recipe with all of you and I think she would be pleased. Good recipes need to be shared so everyone can enjoy them, right? That way they live forever and so do the people who made them.

Nita’s Great Grandmother Bess Luton’s Sugar Cookies
Cream 1 cup shortening
Add 1.5 cups white sugar gradually, creaming until fluffy
Add 3 eggs, one at a time, beating after each
Stir in 1 tsp vanilla. (I also added an extra 3/4 tsp almond extract, but that isn’t part of the original recipe)
Sift together: 3.5 cups flour, 1 tsp salt, 1 tsp baking soda & 2 tsp cream of tartar.
Add gradually to creamed ingredients.
Chill overnight.
Roll on floured surfact to 1/4″ thick. Cut into shapes.
Bake on ungreased sheets @ 375 for 6 – 8 minutes. Cool slightly on sheets, finish cooling on racks. Makes 3 dozen.
Decorate and Enjoy!








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Hugs & Kisses to you all!


Tuesday my son sent me a text message and asked if I would be performing anywhere this year. I texted back, “probably not.” And then, “maybe”.

Depression took this away from me. Can I take it back?

Yesterday I went to the physiotherapist for back, hip & knee issues, only to unpleasantly realize that this is what happens to a body that stops dancing. Her prescription? Start dancing again.

Today while doing homework over lunch, I had a panic thought. It hit me in the middle of my chest: I have stopped dancing! A tear ran down my cheek as I realized what I had done.

My heart, oh my heart!